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I'm a writer, living in Bristol in the UK. I've had a handful of short stories published but I'm still working on that Holy Grail for fiction writers- securing a literary agent. So, if you're an agent or have an Auntie, Uncle, second cousin, best friend who is one...

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Three Line Tales : No end to nightmares

Ffion nudged a plate of pastel coloured cake towards Billy. ‘You need sugar by the looks of you. When did you last eat?’

A waitress skittered past, pinny crisp and white as snowflakes, heels tapping on the parquet flooring. Billy’s coat was stained, one sleeve torn at the shoulder. His hands were splashed brown – possibly dried blood. He didn’t touch the cake.

‘Billy?’

‘Ever had a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from?’ His voice was frail enough to snap.

‘All nightmares end.’

A square of cake quivered, crumbs trembling onto the plate. An ant emerged from the spongy rubble, then another and another, threads of black, lacquered bodies cutting across the bright white cloth.

‘Not anymore,’ said Billy.

What is wrong with me? I see this lovely photo Sonya selected for today’s Three Line Tales and all I imagine is ants marauding over the cake and endless nightmares! Do see if you can write something more cheerful – or if you can trump me with something terrifying. See here for Ts and Cs.

You said it all – “that it may look lovely but it’s all rotten on the inside”… That was a superb story you weaved together. It has a bundle of perspectives to it… All that glitters is not gold. The many nightmares of life we wake up to sometimes. I enjoyed the read. 🙂